Dear Little Flying Wing-Like Creatures Barely Visible To The Nekked Eye:
What do you do all day? All swarming together in a black cloud of disgusting, waiting for some unsuspecting bikers to ride along and turn into pointy-tongued frogs? I’m sure it puts a damper on your family reunion when half of your relations decide to go swimming in the gastrointestinal tract of the above-mentioned unsuspecting bikers. Up the nostril and down the esophagus… it’s like an amusement park up in that tract. Next time you decide to hold a fruit fly convention, at least let me know in advance and I’ll be sure to wash it down with a bottle of tobasco sauce.
Trying To Figure The Calories in 5 Dozen Swarms of Gnats
P.S. It’s Whitney’s mini vacation time… she will be back to regular posting next week… I’ll probably post another lame contribution tomorrow, but nothing requring brain power… until then… peace out, my friends! Go get you some vitamin D!